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Blast from the teenage years past. I can’t believe that this track is thirteen years old. I love how songs transport us to a specific period in our life complete with all it’s minute details and powerful feelings. How it felt like being yourself at that moment in time, the thoughts you were thinking, and the places you were in, vague and distinct at the same time.

With this song, I see flashes of my room and the things in it: dusty photographs in boxes, mix CDs given by friends, notebooks and trinkets. The feeling of getting ready before going out with my friends, that top with the dancing skulls and my neon pink Converses, my mother driving me to Katipunan.

And again, I am in awe with how time flies and how we find ourselves in completely different places (physically, mentally) each time we look back. We never knew and we will never know where life takes us, but we have our shimmering songs as placemarkers and memory-bookmarks for this grand, overwhelming, awesome ride.